2 Weeks At The Beach House

2 Weeks At The Beach House

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“You know you’re beautiful, right?” Trent half-whispered to me as we lay on a red blanket staring at the stars. “Nope.” I said popping the ‘P’. I smiled at I turned from my back to my side and cuddled into his chest. He placed his arm around my waist and started drawing patterns on my hipbone. “Well, you are. And I can’t believe that I have never seen you before. I’m just lucky that some boy didn’t get you before I did.” He smiled and turned to towards me and kissed my forehead. “Why can’t we stay here forever?” I asked looking up and him and smiling. “Because then I couldn’t show you off. I want everyone to know that you’re mine when we go back.” He smiled again as he moved his face in front of mine. I felt his breath on my lips as I waited for him to kiss me.
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I came to Seafall Lodge to escape. From my past. From him. From the version of myself I swore I'd never become again. But then he happened. Jax Monroe is everything I promised myself I wouldn't touch-tattoos, trouble, and a smile that makes girls ruin their reputations. We're nothing alike. I'm trying to rebuild. He's trying to survive. We were never supposed to meet. We were definitely never supposed to share a room. And yet every night, we fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed. Until his hand finds mine. Until his lips find my skin. Until his side becomes the only place I feel safe-even when everything about him is a warning. This summer was supposed to be a clean break. But the deeper I fall, the more I realize: some boys don't just take your heart. They take your bed. And if you're not careful... they take you with them.

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